Four Swords Unite to Strike Down Bibi Dong!

Why had he chosen these four swords?

The answer was simple: water and fire provided explosive power and damage, Shuofeng provided speed, and the Light Sword suppressed its target's power.

Qian Juechen tossed the four swords into the air one by one. The fire and water swords began spinning opposite each other, followed by the wind sword and the Light Sword.

The four blades formed a square sword formation in midair, and immense elemental power gathered at its center.

Its power was already astonishing, and it kept growing. Anyone could see that Bibi Dong had enraged Qian Juechen enough to make him want to kill her. If that sword fell, she would not survive the day.

Bibi Dong, of course, saw him preparing another powerful attack, just as he had before.

She remembered how badly the Flame-Ice Slash he had created by fusing the water and fire swords had hurt her.

Four swords could only be stronger than two. An instinctive warning of mortal danger rose in her heart.

She rushed desperately toward Qian Juechen, hoping to interrupt him.

But the Void Sword clung to her relentlessly, stopping her at every turn. Like a lamb awaiting slaughter, she could only watch the blade rise slowly before coming down toward her.

In midair, the priests stared at Qian Juechen's technique, shock once again spreading across their faces.

The four swords seemed to follow no particular order, yet he had fused them into a personal soul skill, just as he had with the water and fire swords.

Such a defiance of reason was almost impossible to comprehend.

And the power gathering in those four swords was enough to leave any one of them grievously wounded if they took it head-on, assuming they survived.

But more than the sword's power, the priests wondered whether Bibi Dong would die when it fell.

Would the Grand Priest really step in and save her for Xue'er, as she had just claimed?

If the Grand Priest saved this woman, who bore a bitter blood feud against the Qian family yet remained closely tied to them, the already strained bond between him and his grandson might never heal.

Qian Daoliu stared at the scene as well. He was stunned that Juechen could unleash such a powerful attack, while his other hand clenched tight and trembled faintly.

If the sword fell, Bibi Dong would certainly die. So would he save her or not?

Her words echoed in his mind. Hearing them from her had infuriated him, but they were painfully realistic.

If Bibi Dong died today, what would he tell Xue'er when she returned?

Xue'er had already lost her father. He could not let her lose her mother too. She was the true hope of the Qian family and the Angel lineage.

The standoff had reached its breaking point. Each of the three sides had their own concerns, and none knew what the next moment would bring.

Outside Spirit Hall, its senior members and the spies sent by the Two Great Empires and the major sects watched everything closely.

The moment any news came out, it would spread across the continent and reach every sect.

After all, this could mean a massive upheaval for Spirit Hall, perhaps even a scandal. It had suffered neither since the former Pope, Qian Xunji, had been beaten to death by Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect.

Above the Papal Palace, brilliant divine light erupted from Qian Juechen. Space at the center of the square sword formation seemed to become a vast vortex, voraciously drawing in the surrounding elemental energy, Soul Power, and even debris.

After gathering power at a furious pace, the formation finally changed. The four swords began fusing one by one.

Before everyone's eyes, they became a strange, multicolored divine sword. Four ultimate elemental attacks clung to its blade.

Fire burned all things away. Ice froze everything. Raging wind gave the sword terrifying speed and cutting power. And light bound those forces together like invisible shackles while firmly suppressing the Rakshasa Divine Power within Bibi Dong.

Qian Juechen looked down at her battered figure and terrified face. He raised the Four-Element Divine Light Sword high and brought it down without mercy.

For a moment, the whole world seemed to fall silent. Looking down at Bibi Dong, he neither shouted nor roared. His voice was frighteningly calm.

"Bibi Dong, how will you withstand this sword?"

Dazzling light flashed. The divine sword descended.

Strangely, though, it was not swift as everyone had expected.

To everyone watching, it moved almost impossibly slowly. The blade sank bit by bit, its path plain for all to see.

A sword strike that slow should have been easy for even a one-ring soul master to dodge. Reality proved otherwise.

As Bibi Dong watched the strike draw closer, her fear intensified. She had discovered something far more terrifying.

She could not dodge it. Left or right, forward or back—it made no difference.

Whichever way she tried to move, she could not take a step. She stood rooted in place, as though imprisoned.

The sword kept coming straight at her. The outcome seemed predetermined, and all she could do was watch death approach one step at a time.

"How is this possible...?"

Bibi Dong frantically drew on her remaining Rakshasa Divine Power. Her body blurred as she changed direction again and again, but nothing worked.

The sword continued its slow approach, drawing closer and closer.

Just as its edge was about to touch her, a faint purple light flickered at her chest. No one noticed.

This was also the first time Qian Juechen had used the sword, and he was curious how much damage it could do.

Endless sword light in four colors swallowed Bibi Dong completely. Fire, ice, wind, and light intertwined wildly.

The entire sky became a dazzling sea of four-colored light. A terrifying torrent of elemental power swept outward like a tsunami.

The Holy Light Isolation Formation surrounding the Papal Palace withstood the impact for only an instant. Cracks spread across it, and then it shattered completely.

The commander of the Angel Legion and the soul masters under him were all thrown back by the shockwave.

No longer contained by the Angel Holy Light Isolation Formation, the violent energy surged toward the rest of Spirit City.

Qian Daoliu had not yet recovered from the sight of that sword strike. Only then did his pupils contract. Setting aside everything that had just happened, he immediately summoned his martial soul to protect the city's civilians.

He drew on the Angel Power within the Angel God's statue. Brilliant golden holy light burst from his body, and a vast angelic figure appeared between heaven and earth, forcing the terrifying elemental torrent to remain around the Papal Palace.